I had high hopes for this series, as I've grown to really love particularly the New York and OC installments (I'm getting there with Atlanta. Maybe this season I'll develop a proper obsession), but so far I pretty much hate this show. I know we're only five episodes in, but these five episodes have offered far less compelling material than the first five episodes of each of the other franchise's debut seasons. I'm definitely excited about watching them threaten to pummel each other next Tuesday, but man, what a letdown the first five episodes of this show have been. I've tried to explore the roots of the problem.
It's hard to believe that the reality TV genre can keep producing new personalities that are even more outrageous, annoying and/or disgusting than the last ones. But yet this spring alone has brought us another crop of folks we love to hate. Some of them are actually familiar faces we may have enjoyed watching in the past, while others are gifting us with their awfulness for the first time.
, the bachelor
, the apprentice
, celebrity apprentice
, the amazing race
, jersey shore
, the biggest loser
, the bad girls club
, top chef
, the real housewives of the oc
Buh-bye Gilly, you sick freak.
saturday night live
, kristen wiig
, andy samberg
, jason sudeikis
, peri gilpin
, ted danson
, david walton
, the real housewives of new york
, one tree hill
See, there is life after Harry Potter!
reductive sociological study regarding pop culture! I really love these things. The latest one
states that unhappy people watch more television on average than those who deem themselves to be "happy." The study, conducted (I bet) by the same pretentious elitists you find at parties bragging that they "don't even own
a TV!" says that "very happy people [are] more socially active, attend more religious services, vote more and read more newspapers. By contrast, unhappy people watch significantly more television in their spare time." Church-going and newspaper-reading? Really? These are the signifiers of happiness? I call opposites day.
Like any good liberal arts college graduate, I've long been privy to the many advantages of having a gay boyfriend. I don't mean a guy that you're actually dating who turns out to prefer the pole to the hole. I'm talking about a partner in crime, that rare breed of man who's much happier to peruse the galleries of an exhibit featuring the work of the Wiener Werkestatte and then grab a leisurely brunch than to down a case of Natty Ice and spend the day watching football. A man who will answer you honestly when you ask if your ass looks fat in these jeans, who knows the difference between Marc Jacobs and Zac Posen, who always smells good, has eyebrows that are better manicured than yours and will eagerly share and listen to details of various romantic escapades with nary an eye roll or judgment as to your promiscuity. The gay boyfriend is a necessary part of any sophisticated woman's entourage, an accessory less expensive than a child or a toy poodle and infinitely more stylish, though possibly more high maintenance. A best gay is a status symbol for a certain caliber of upwardly mobile female, and as such, it would make sense that this storied relationship between a woman and her gay is the topic of an upcoming Bravo reality show, tentatively titled Girls Who Like Boys Who Like Boys